February 6, 2010
posted by Caroline Picard
Here is another clip from the old days of The Green Lantern. As part of a show curated by Moshe Zvi Marvit called The Chicago Review of Economics, a local breakdancing group called The Brickheadz came.
As an aside, a few months later, one of the members of the Brickheadz contacted me in order to see if I would be willing to loan the gallery space for a new model agency they (the Brickheadz) were starting. Breakdancing has a reputation for being a sub-culture dominated by men. While that has changed to some extent, the idea of supporting an albeit awesome group of dudes to take photo shoots with 14-17 year old girls seemed like a terrible idea. It did make me laugh, though–it sounded like an Little Rascals/Alex Keaton/Family Ties scheme.
November 22, 2009
Is it my imagination or are libraries getting modeled on big bookstores like Borders and Barnes & Nobles?
See below the re-model of the Squirrel Hill Branch of the Pittsburgh Public Library.
I propose a movement against this. Call it Biblioteques San Frontiers (“Libraries Without Borders”), because the pun is too tempting. If anyone reading this has similar photos of libraries that have adopted this Borders/Barnes & Nobles aesthetic, please post them below in the comment box.
July 31, 2009
- On the bus, a man gave a woman his business card. With a completely straight face, he told her that he is a professional: “I can be very professional. My hair has turned grey, and I keep the top button of my shirts buttoned. I sit upright and blame the world’s ills on Trotskyites and mules. I have one tooth that is solid gold. I keep a thumbtack in my shoe in case I need to show emotion on a moment’s notice. I keep a handkerchief in my pocket in case I have to cavort with rabble/rousers. I have disposed of all my pairs of dungarees, and only wear linen.”
July 24, 2009
• Two 9th Grade girls sat on the bus, reading St. Exupery, each with a large box of cereal in their open backpacks. One was distracted, looked outside, and called to the other, who was sitting a few seats away. “Look, there’s Jade Café! Have you ever been to Jade Café?” “I’ve been the one in New York.” “Oh this makes me so happy. We should take a picture. We should take a picture of me in front of the café.” “We’re on the bus.” “But we should take a picture in front of my café.” “Your café?” “Yes, I’m Jade and this is my café.” Pantomiming. A long pause. “Can I offer you a baked potato!”
July 23, 2009
- A couple was sitting on a bench at Golden Gate Park, possibly on a date, most likely on their first, when a broad winged hawk took notice. It jumped off its branch flew down in front of the couple and grabbed a small squirrel. The man turned to the lady and remarked that he thinks that that was the first time he saw nature happen.
(More minutes to come.)
July 21, 2009
• On the bus, towards the back, a young man with a beard exploded with sudden excitement. He pulled out his notebook—college-lined—and searched for a pen. Not finding one, he turned to the people next to him and pleaded for a pen. With pen in hand, the bearded boy started to write, quickly filling up 3 pages of his notebook. Upon completion, he went back through the piece slowly, ready to make editorial changes. The piece was a story—fiction likely—written in rage, or at least an annoyed tone. The main character was a man on a powder blue Vespa with a matching hat, and he was summarily described as “the gayest guy ever.” He “whizzed about town” on a “scooter that would have gotten him pummeled years ago” all the while thinking that “I am going to get so laid tonight.” All the plot turns were not apparent from the seat behind the writer, but it was apparent that Vespa guy thinks he’s better than the rest of us. As the boy went through the story looking for things to change, he only made one change. He changed the sentence “I am going to get so laid tonight” to “I am going to so get laid tonight.”
July 16, 2009
For quite a few years there has been a scholastic debate in Chicago concerning why the homeless don’t eat pigeons. On the one hand, many argue that it is a good source of free food that is relatively healthy. On the other hand, the naysayers argue that there is a delicate balance in society concerning the homeless, and that that balance would be disrupted irreparably by the sight of a homeless man snapping a birds neck or the constant sight of homeless with blood on their hands. In San Francisco, it seems that the question has become moot, because the homeless have begun (or continue) to eat pigeons:
- On a relatively busy portion of Hayes Avenue, two wings with the meaty body surgically removed lay on the sidewalk (see image above). There were splashes of blood leading up to a sleeping bag hotel where a homeless man slept. It seems that he had had a wild night.